she leaned against the back of her car, not sure what else to say.
she pretended this was the end to an old movie, the credits had already started to roll and this was the scene where the boy makes up for all the lost words he never got to say.
it was too late for a happy ending though,
for the both of them.
the sun was setting just below the horizon, creating an orange painting in the sky.
he stood a few feet away, the light reflecting off his eyes.
hands buried in his pockets,
he tried to right the wrongs he had made in the past.
she let him speak
because it seemed more like he was trying to convince himself that he’d changed.
“i’m a better person now,” he said, though it came off as a question.
and she wondered,
if after all of this,
she could say the same.